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qvrcll · 7 months

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the little things they do — luffy, zoro, nami, usopp & sanji.

summary: what do they do that makes you tick? that makes your heart glide through your chest and fester at your throat? that makes you glissade through hell itself, for the pleasure that it brings?

warnings: slight tension but no nsfw, fluff, nothing too bad!

notes: i started binge watching op / opla recently and decided to give i a go at writing for them! literally could not stop my fingers from typing this out. i’m a little new to op, so i hope you enjoy nonetheless :-] i promise im working on another part of college melodrama! i just wanted to try something new to get the brain juices flowing <3

sanji — moves you by your waist

sanji is keen with his women, but with you, he’s even more so. he’s gentle with it, even if he doesn’t need to be, because you make him aberrantly nervous, yet vilely confident in his etiquette — and today just cements it. it’s a boring day, and that prompts you to keep yourself stationed in the kitchen, where the rest of the straw hats find their own circles to situate themselves in (pure boredom, much to sanji’s dismay). the space is overcrowding and you’re halfway into disputing something that luffy insists is true fact, when sanji’s mellow palms come to gripe gently, carefully, at your waist — “excuse me, beautiful,” he mouths, fiendish and close to tasting his teeth in a marvellous grin as he effortlessly moves you, gingerly in so many ways, so he can reach the cabinet. you stutter out some convoluted version of a yes, o-of course! … safe to say, you can barely pay much consideration to luffy’s rebuttal as the tepedity of the cook’s hands lay in repetitive, illusive strokes against your hips for more times than one to just consider it an act to retrieve spices from a cabinet.

zoro — has one hand in your back pocket

he’s silent, mischievous with his antics. the upper part of your brain warns you of his skepticism, his cruelly hard body, his thick cheek. but your heart buds violently under what you can only assume is his effect. and it’s only furthered, when you are too close to him for comfort in this mini-party the crew has going on atop the going merry. you spot him nodding off in the corner of your eye, barely even knowing of his current footing in his chair as he slumps off. you urge him to go to bed, to ditch the drinks and gain a full night’s rest. but he shakes his head stiffly, his rather large hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants, where it lays dormant and so, so close to squeezing. “stay. this way, i won’t lose you.” you fail to yelp, because every nerve has been short-wired. twisted. re-twisted. re-wired. you can only stand close, fluxing against the warmth of his palm in your back pocket, as the faintest of reds colour his cheeks. a smile is welcome.

luffy — hugs your waist

being a captain is luffy’s share of the burden that comes with his quest of finding the one piece. he swears its easier than he allows it, but his body is different on days like these. days when he’s laying, tired and inaccessible to his usual bouts of energy. days like these, you can’t navigate around his lethargy, that comes slow and unmoving, similar to his resolve. his arms are around you, tight and interlocking further like a snake, his face buried against your stomach as he uses you as a stationary pillow. and you try to remind him that there are things you need to resume, things you need to conduct on the going merry, but when you turn to move, excuse yourself, he tightens, and his nose brushes against the sensitive skin beneath your button up in a nimble attempt to get you to stay still. “mmm… five—no, ten more minutes… i promise.”

nami — rests her head in the crook of your neck

it’s not an easy job sorting the day’s itinerary into tidy, little boxes and shelves, whilst the boat rocks to a cathartic beat around you. nami is here, to help you, but you are unable to shake off the tension wearing you down. your skin feels like paper and the bottom side of your shoes are sticky with sea water and your hands feel like rubber. you could rival luffy. it makes you feel awful, gets you hot and antsy so quickly, that nami blinks twice. of course, you apologise. you always have. but nami gets the directive before you do, and she reaches forward to hug you close to her chest. her nose tickles your neck and the space is living with her breath — the crook of your neck. “how about we stay like this for a bit, hm?” it’s more for your own means to find ground amongst your frustrations, to help you calm down, but nami has always loved being close to you. she always has.

usopp — holds you close to protect you

the great captain usopp. mighty warrior of the sea. well, not the great when the sea is colliding into rows of wood at maximum speed, which rocks the entire great vessel. you try to be less of a deterrence, try to find your own standing in the room you’re in with usopp, but your body is thrown across the room in one fell swoop, where you meet halfway into usopp’s chest. there’s a messy string of syllables that leave your lips, a creaky apology as you try to maintain some space between you (for the sake of your enervated heart), but he’s quicker. an ability derived from his sharp-shooter skills, you’re sure. his arm wraps around your waist and he allows you to crowd his chest. allows you to hold him like a pillar against the raging sea when it sends a rather alarming rock to the ship. “hold on tight — you’ve got nothing to worry about with captain usopp here. you hear?”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x yn #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x yn #nami x reader #nami x you #nami x yn #usopp x reader #usopp x you #usopp x yn #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x yn

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l0v3tast3 · 8 months

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ur fics/hcs r sooooooo good!!! i binge read them all in like one day theyre sctually addictive im not kidding 😭😭

anywho, i saw the pervy older bf!price and i was wondering how he would be like with a shy reader…. like would he tease her or would he be gentle with her? idk!!!!!!!!! give us more content pls queen

nmhgmfmh i need pervy!price so bad just foaming at the mouth for him. thank u anon for this request n thank u for the uber sweet words ily !!! \(★ω★)/

mdni! f!reader, age gap, exhibitionism

pervy older boyfriend!john who's so gentle with you (at first). you're his sweet girl, an innocent angel sent to bless him with serenity- how could he poke fun at that? he eases you into everything, slow and methodical. he tells you everything he's going to do before he does it. he makes sure that you always feel good (not because he doubts his own abilities- he knows anxiety can block out the good things). but all that doesn't mean he doesn't like making you squirm.

when he first starts to ease you into it, john likes to pick you up and put you on his lap with your back to his chest and map out your body with his hands. no matter how many times he's repeated it, he'll do it again and again- john loves your body, every inch of it, every dip and curve and corner. he also loves how you're too shy to tell him how far gone your patience is by the time he gets close to dragging your skirt up your thighs. after awhile he starts to make you tell him what you want, demanding more filthy words from you before he goes any further as time goes on.

and that's how the rest of it goes- as john corrupts you, takes over your mind with himself and how good he always fucks you, he wants more. he wants more of your squirming, more of your bashfulness when you choke out the words he wants to hear from your pretty lips. orgasm after orgasm is your reward when you give him what he wants. john always sings his praises (half praise, half teasing) to you from between your thighs when you do; "keep still, sweetheart, not done with your pretty pussy yet," and "bein' such a good girl f'me, aren't you, love? you are my good girl, right? say it for me, c'mon."

as much as he gets off on your innocence and the erasure of it, he also loves when he's able to take it all up a notch. when he can finally get your leg over his shoulder in the backseat of his car. when he can feel you up at the bars and restaurants he takes you to. when he can sneak into dressing rooms with you and make you watch yourself try to stay quiet while his cock is buried to the hilt in you. and the best part is, he'll make you shy all over again when he teases you about it.

"you're the one lettin' me fuck you here, love- dunno why you're actin' so scared to get caught," he'll mutter in your ear. one hand's holding up your increasingly-limp body and the other snakes around to rub your clit. "y'want them to see me fuckin' you, is that it? such a dirty little girl. should i just open the door, give'em a show?" when your eyes widen and you shake your head "no", he chuckles and plants a rough kiss on your cheek. "y'can't lie t'me when i'm inside you, sweetheart."

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ likes, comments n reblogs are always appreciated!!

#— lilly writes! ♡#— ask!#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x you #reader insert #female reader

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korlkorl · 6 days

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things that get azul, ruggie & sebek flustered

fic vomit uwu

azul

nothing. absolutely nothing. don't get him wrong, there are many things that you do to get him all flushed and embarrassed like the sweet cherry tomato you pop in your mouth. it's just that azul has never loved someone so much before, there is no way he can have a favourite, when you as a whole is his favourite thing in the entire world.

the way your eyelashes flutter when you blink; the slow motion of your chest heaving up and down— he finds all of them so loveable. he's on his knees for you, please be merciful, jade and floyd will never let him see the end of it. he already knows how shamefully he acts when he's around you, the inexplainable desire to want to see you gasp in surprise, impressed with whatever new thing azul wanted to show off. give him a kiss after and watch him freeze and heat up.

ruggie

oddly enough, what gets him flustered about you is when he does something. ruggie is someone who values his hard work and sufficiency. because of this, he doesn’t believe people do favors simply because of their nature. like him, he thinks everyone has a motive. somehow, that mindset is slowly starting to alter.

it wasn't much to begin with— he'd sometimes find himself swiping a little extra than usual, risking the possibility of being caught because he stole more than he should. for some reason, that little extra amount wasn't for himself as a cheeky reward, no. it was actually for you.

he'd casually hand some food to you on his way and sometimes, if he doesn't manage to get enough for the both of you, he'd always split it half if possible, much to his classmate's horror. (ruggie bucchi? THE ruggie bucchi?? sharing??? is this heaven????)

at a point, he realized what he was doing. it's completely out of character for him, what in the world was he thinking? but he was too deep now, he couldn't seem to live day by day without giving you a little gift at least once anymore.

eventually, ruggie went from nonchalantly giving you half of his donuts or letting you copy some of his work that you forgot to do to instead turning a deep hue of multiple reds (in the span of 0.2 seconds!) as he sheepishly handed you things. oh well, there's no turning back now.

sebek

he’d always found it off putting on how this magically gifted mother ever found herself in love with his average father, who was much more soft spoken and loving. He couldn’t seem to fully grasp how his mother ever saw any appeal in his father.

it was a ridiculous notion. someone as talented as her stooping for someone as low as him?! that's crazy! don't worry, sebek loves his father very much. but he's also strongly opinionated.

for someone who claims his opinions and ideals hardly change, they seem to sway as easily as they came when you entered his life. you were much sweeter, kinder and caring than sebek could ever be. he was hardly a spec of dust in your presence. maybe that's what tugged at his heart. you were average. there was nothing inherently special about you, just a normal human. to him, you were his god.

sometimes, when you cage his fingers against yours, lean your head against his shoulder and smile, sebek starts to wonder what has ever had happen for this to ever happen.

sebek is a lot of things. he's human, he's fae, he's a wizard and he's yours. he flushes in embarassment when he thinks about this. what did you do to him for him to be so hopeless around you? he turns red when he thinks about how easily you managed to change him.

a.n: hihi hope u enjoy... also dont forget to put some requests in my inbox!! i am running out of ideas... i just started working on a request and i think it's gonna be very long so im gonna let my inbox marinate so i can binge write all of them... i love writing...

#twst #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #ruggie bucci x reader #twisted wonderland ruggie #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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I humbly request Gaz being a soft dom with Researcher. 🥺

Oh hmmmmm yes let’s see……

The two of them are in the researcher’s bed because let’s be honest, it’s wayyyy better than a barrack. They’ve been on a Science binge all day - all week, really. This is the first that Gaz has been able to pull them away from their work bench in hours.

They’re mumbling about not being done yet, needing to put the finishing touches on a design - and Gaz is letting them ramble. He’s listening, of course. Or, well, listening for the stutters and pauses when his lips and tongue and teeth find a good spot on their neck. They are slowly but surely melting into him, all insistence on work fading off into happy hums.

“We can get back to it tomorrow, chickadee,” he murmurs when they’ve run out of steam. “I want to spend time with you tonight. Think you can make a little time for me?”

“Of course,” they breathe, nuzzling at his cheek to get proper kisses. “All the time you want.”

“All the time I want, eh?” He chuckles. “Sure you can spare that much?”

“Mhmm.”

“So sweet for me,” he smiles against their cheek. “You’ll be good and patient, won’t you?”

“Mhmm”

He rewards them with slow, lingering touches through their shirt and pants, lets them grind absently against him while he licks into their mouth. They deserve worship and a chance to turn their brilliant brain off. The best way to do that is make them wait, make the building ecstasy the only thing they have room for.

“Ky, I wanna…. I’m so close….” They gasp.

“I know, I know,” he soothes, playing with their nipples. “Can you be good and wait just a little longer? You’re doing so well, I know you can, baby.”

They whine, high pitched, but nod and grip at him tighter, clenching down and writhing, making him see stars.

“I’m gonna count you down, alright?”

The moan. They simultaneously love and hate countdowns and he knows it.

“5…. C’mon, darlin’ arch your back”

They shudder and squeeze their eyes closed.

“4, looks at me? Cmon, I wanna see your pretty dazed eyes.”

They flutter their eyes open but they can’t focus their vision, pupils blown out.

“3… so close, love, you’re holding on so well. That’s it, let me hold you here…”

They whimper his name between their teeth, trembling and desperate, flushed everywhere.

“2…. Can you ask nicely? You sound so lovely when you say-“

“Please, Ky, please, wanna cum for you!”

“That’s my love. Well done, so lovely.”

He holds them there just a moment longer, just to see them desperately holding back for him.

“1 - cum for me, baby. That’s it, ride it out.”

Their eyes roll back in their head as they squeeze down, milking his cock, screaming as they cum in overwhelming waves. Hes not far behind, burying deep within and cumming only a few rough thrusts later.

As they catch their breaths, he leaves absent kisses all over their face and shaking hands.

“Alright, darlin’? Didn’t make you wait too long?”

“It was perfect,” they sigh. High praise indeed considering the ‘statistical impossibility of perfection. “You’re perfect. Thank you, Ky.”

“No need to thank me, love. I should thank you for being so good. Im so proud of you.”

They hum and snuggle in. He’ll have to get them up before they doze off too much… but for now he could use a break too.

#my writing #asks #fanfiction #cod #thoughts™️#reader fic #kyle gaz garrick #bodyguard!gaz

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schoopsahoy · 1 year

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i've binged all your writings and i just wanna say that I LOVEEE love love how you write your stories. can i request a hurt/comfort with steve where he accidentally hurt the reader's feelings. no specific requests bcs im just a sucker for these types of fanfics, i'll leave it all to you to decide on what you wanna write. THANKK YOUU

aah thanks so much for the love babey !!! here’s a little somethin for your req, i hope you enjoy it <33

cw: steve being a dumb boy. bit angsty. general hurt/comfort, soft make up vibes. not proofread.

Robin’s brow furrows deeper as everyone around the table keeps laughing, the girl still as confused as she was when the joke was first told despite the multiple attempts at explaining it.

“It just doesn’t make any sense.” She grumbles, slumping back against the booth in a huff with her arms crossed over herself to really cement her annoyance.

“C’mon, you’ve gotta get it by now.” Your words come out as a laugh, cheeks a little sore from the way your grin had tugged at the corners at your mouth all night.

“Yeah Rob, even she gets it.” Steve’s head tilts towards you, a gesture only a modicum more subtle than pointing. “Surely you can.”

You instantly feel a drop in your stomach, a nasty feeling not that different to when your foot slips from underneath you or when you peer a little too far over a high ledge. You don’t let your smile falter, force out a fake laugh because you don’t want to make things awkward for anyone by being upset by something so little, so stupid.

Because maybe you are a little slow on the uptake sometimes, whispering to Steve to explain things to you or joining in the laughter a few beats after everyone else after it’s finished processing in your head. Away with the fairies, a little ditsy and easily confused, but it’s just how you are.

You know Steve didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, you can tell by the way his arm still slung over your shoulders to keep you pressed close to him. He hasn’t even noticed that you’ve dropped out of the conversation, suddenly quiet and withdrawn because you’re stuck in your own head and a little embarrassed because is that how everyone sees you?

You feel like you’re not really there for the rest of the evening, head all foggy and the lights suddenly feeling too bright - eyes blinking hard to try and keep them from watering. You’re not going to cry, the sting along your lash line only makes you more determined to hold it together, at least until you get home.

Steve has to nudge you to bring you back to the room enough so you can shuffle out of the booth, an unconvincing smile flashed to him when he looks at you with pinched brows and confusion across his face.

“What’s up with you? Y’gone all quiet.” Steve clicks his seatbelt into place, eyes looking at you rather than the keys he’s turning in the ignition.

You shrug, still feeling a little silly for being upset and letting a throwaway comment have such an effect on you. You sit low in the passenger seat, tucked into yourself as you stare out the window at the inky dark night.

“Baby.” It’s almost a whine, a plea to you to give him something more than a lift of your shoulders. “You can tell me y’know? You can tell me anything, any time.”

He waits for you to say something more, or anything, but it doesn’t come. Your lips pressed shut, if the light hit them he’d probably notice them quivering as you try to hold it together, breathing slow and quiet and controlled.

The car ride is almost silent, save for the hum of the engine and the nervous tapping of Steve’s fingers against the wheel. He knows somethings wrong, he just doesn’t know what.

Your eyes stay on the window, following each droplet of condensation trickle down before it’s swallowed by the door frame. It takes all your courage to finally say something, voice barely above a whisper and the words come out as a croak with how much you’re having to control your breathing.

“I’m -“ You take another deep breath, it’s needed with the way Steve instantly looks over to you despite the fact he’s driving. “I’m not stupid, y’know.”

“What? What d’you mean? Of course you’re not stupid.” His hand is instantly on your thigh, the best physical comfort he can give right now. “Why are you saying that?” You can hear how upset he sounds, and you almost feel bad for saying anything because you know he’d never want to hurt you, always so careful and soft around you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Your inhales are shaky, tears once again threatening to spill over your lash line as you push your words out. “‘Cause you said “even she gets it”, like I don’t get anything, like I’m stupid. But I’m not stupid.” You wince a little at how much you sound like a child, voice all weak and close to a whimper.

“Huh?” Steve gives your thigh a squeeze, eyes darting between you and the road so he can find somewhere to pull over. “Babe, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” He puts the car into park, perched on a curb only a few blocks away from your house. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’d never mean it like that.”

You still can’t look at him, not more than a glance anyway because you’re certain if you make eye contact you’ll lose your composure. “S’not nice though, guess I’m a little slow with it sometimes but I get things.” You have to tuck your bottom lip under your teeth to stop it quivering. Your lashes blink quickly as you feel a couple of tears break over the barrier of your lids, rolling down your cheeks leaving little damp trails behind.

As soon as Steve hears you sniffle, face all scrunched as you try to keep any more tears from spilling, he’s straight on you. Belt unbuckled so he can lean over the center console and wipe at the sad stripes left down your cheeks with his thumbs. “Hey, nonono, don’t cry, oh baby.” His voice is all sad and soft as he takes your face in his hands, your eyes closed tight as you try to avoid his gaze. “Y’not stupid, you’re my best girl, yeah?” He punctuates his words with gentle kisses on your cheeks. “If anything, I’m stupid, sayin’ stuff like that.”

You let out a small laugh, a little sad with how you sniffle again after but it’s genuine at least. “You’re not, you’re jus’ a big meanie.” Your voice is still shaky but there’s a smile pulling at the corners of your lips as Steve keeps kissing there, a smile of his own appearing when he sees yours.

“Yeah, you’re right, I am.” He pouts at you, eyes all loving on you as his thumb rubs soft circles on your cheekbone. “I’m really sorry, baby. Y’know I never want to make you sad, think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“So dramatic.” You roll your eyes, the flush on your damp cheeks ruining any attempt at teasing. “Guess you’re forgiven.”

“Yeah? Y’sure?” Steve nudges his nose against yours, and even with his face so close you can tell

his grinning by the lilt in his voice.

“Mhm.” You nod, brushing your noses together again. “I’m sure.”

“I love you, you know that? So much.” Steve pulls back slightly so he can look at you properly when he speaks, eyes grazing all over your face as he keeps a gentle hold on it.

“I know, Stevie, I love you too.” You still feel a little shy saying it, even though you know Steve feels the same way. The words still leaving you with a dizzy head and flutter in your chest like it’s the first time.

“If I ever upset you again, you give me a good hit yeah? A real smack.” He watches you until you give him a small nod, all giggles at how seriously he’s looking at you. “I’m not kidding, babe. Knock some sense into me. Promise me you will.” He holds his pinky out to you.

“Okay, okay, I promise.” You’re smiling properly now, laughing at his proposition as you link your pinky finger with his.

“Good girl.” He brings your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss across your knuckles. “We best be gettin’ you home, yeah?”

You nod, dabbing at your cheeks to dry any lingering wet spots when Steve lets go of your hand to start driving again. As soon as he has a hand free again he holds it out to you, wiggling his fingers at you until you take it and hold it in your lap. You draw lines up and down and around his knuckles with the index finger of your other hand, tracing slow patterns across his skin whilst you sit in the comfortable quiet - occasionally broken by a small sniffle even though you don’t feel like crying anymore.

“I love you.” Steve looks over at you as you focus on your fingers motions, voice all soft and sincere and you find yourself smiling down at where your hands link.

“I love you, too.” You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of saying it, or hearing Steve say it to you. It’s probably your favorite thing to say now, when you really think about it.

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killedpink · 1 year

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[22:17]

thinking about minho is never healthy

🏷 contains: dom minho x sub reader, makeup application, fingering, heavy hand kink (have you seen that man's hands?), dacryphilia, oral sex, so so so domestic, hair pulling, slight marking, small minuscule spit kink, snow day, deepthroating/throatfucking, possessive minho if u look closely, cum consumption, slight praise

the grip the snow had on the land was tightening, the earth slowly being obscured by a freezing, white blanket of snow. it made everyone stop. work, school, all of it was paused as the roads grew too dangerous to travel on. this included you and minho, safely tucked away at home with every heater on max, candles lit, windows blacked out. at first, it felt like a well-deserved break from your busy lives, giving you both all the time you needed to sleep in, or binge watch whatever tv show you just couldn't find the time to finish, or even try out that new dish you both have been putting off. but, after a few hours in, you had exhausted every one of your plans, burnt through every show and every recipe in your cookbook. you felt defeated, truly. your back to the couch, facing the ceiling with your eyes closed, it all felt so bleak. and to make things worse, minho was out of sight, pattering around upstairs for some unknown minho reason.

"get up, lazy." minho nudged your arm that was dangling off the side of the couch with his socked foot, causing you to jerk it into your lap and spring up. you intended to tease him for bothering you, but once you saw him, your words fell into nothingness. "is that my makeup..?" your brows scrunched in confusion, a delighted twinkle in your eyes. minho rolled his eyes, "wow, your eyesight is working! move up." doing as he said, you turned your body to face the tv and sit like a normal person, giving minho the room he needed to sit down and more. "are you finally letting me put makeup on you?" his face turned blank at this. "no." he turned away from you, plucking a black nail polish from the bag he brought with him. "i'm letting you paint my nails." minho bargained, thrusting the bottle into your lap.

it wasn't exactly what you hoped for, but at least it was something. you shrugged, "is this the colour you want?" you shook the bottle to mix the solution into itself. minho's eyes followed the bottle, "yeah, it's the nicest one you have." you gasped, "how rude!" you cradled your heart in faux offence. "neon green wasn't to your liking?" you teased. minho resisted his smile, yet he simply couldn't fight it off, his pink lips curving into a grin and his front teeth showing slightly, not unlike a rabbit's teeth. "that was such a bad joke. we need to socialise you fast." it was your turn to roll your eyes, before twisting the cap, snatching minho's hand and bringing the brush to his fingernail. "don't get it on my hands." he warned. you scoffed, "do i look like an amateur to you? no? then keep your mouth shut." minho's jaw dropped. "as soon as i'm free im gonna throw you out in the cold." he threatened. you giggled quietly, "remind me who's in control of your nails again?"

the banter went back and forth for a while, all in good faith. "is it dry now?" minho asked, taking good care not to smudge his nails and therefore tarnish your hard work. "i think so. it looks fine." you said into your mug of hot chocolate, taking a slow sip. "ah, me too!" minho perked up. "i really think you can do this yourself. you're just lazy." you muttered as you held minho's mug to his lips, taking good care not to pour too much into his mouth. "but you still do it for me," minho swooned, once you brought the mug back onto the coffee table. "so, how does it look?" he held both his hands up to face you, showing off his nails. "you actually look really good," you took one of his hands to inspect it, his veins not going unappreciated by your attentive eyes. your gawking didn't go unnoticed by minho, either. "wanna see what else i brought?"

minho took out your favourite lipstick and mascara from behind him, holding one in each hand. "do you trust me?" he spoke seriously, his face saying otherwise however. your eyes widened, "you're so nice to me today!" your hands held his wrists, planting a grateful kiss on his cheek. his ears swelled red in response, his smile so wide it reached his sweet chestnut eyes, which were always beautifully inquisitive. "well, i do love you." minho's voice was small, whispering it into your hair, believing the quieter the more intimate it was. it was snowing harder, now, the force of the frozen rain slamming on your windows ungracefully.

snuggling into his warm, mellow middle made you grow tired, even if you weren't actually sleepy. tearing yourself away from his black hoodie that radiated a comfortably high heat, you tilted your head up slightly to face him. "make me pretty, minho," you spoke dramatically, looking up at minho through your lashes. "you're already pretty." he kissed your forehead, unscrewing the applicator from the mascara. "look up for me, baby," doing as you were told, minho got to work on your bottom lashes, becoming more pronounced as he swiped the brush onto your eyelashes, taking good care not to accidentally hit your eye. "how's it looking?" you asked, barely being able to see what was going on as your vision was focused on the ceiling, showing off only your sclera to minho. "sh, you'll distract me and i'll blind you. the ambulance would take forever to get here in all this snow, too." how imaginative.

"i'm done. take a look, you don't look so ugly now." to be fair, he didn't do a bad job. he didn't let your lashes stick together, separating them individually to give off a dollish effect, your eyes now looking bigger and your dark, long top lashes kissing your brow bone as they curled up, giving you an innocent, doe-eyed look. setting the mirror onto the table, you turned to face minho, "you actually did a good job, minho," he beamed at this, "i've watched you too many times." he muttered, plucking your lipstick from the table. "is that next?" you asked, interested in his plan. he uncapped it, and kept eye contact with you while he applied it to his own lips. confused, you watched him carefully, without exchanging words.

he took your face in both of his freshly panted hands, and pressed his lips against yours. he was firm, but so passionate that it trickled into you, kissing him back excitedly. although they were the same lips, minho never kissed you the same way twice with them, each kiss unique and each kiss as addictive as the former. he broke the kiss, eyes inspecting your lips meticulously. you realised what minho was trying to do — stain your lips with the lipstick he was wearing. he pecked your lips a few times, essentially slamming his lips onto yours. once they were saturated to his liking, minho rubbed off what little product was left on him using a makeup wipe, rubbing it back and forth on his lips to clean them. "that was strangely possessive," you noted, amused. cupping your chin, minho looked you in the eyes as he shook his head, "it looks better that way. trust me."

"hm, whatever you say." you muttered before leaning into minho, meeting his lips with your own, your hands cupping his cheeks. the pink, soft swell of his lips are, of course, pressed hot to your own. the space between you was nonexistent, your legs straddling minho's lap as he leaned against the edge of the couch, his hands on your waist creeping up under your shirt. your underwear grew uncomfortable around your body, rolling your hips onto the curve of his muscular thigh, moaning into the kiss as you caught your clit on his clothed thigh. minho parted his lips, his tongue peeking out of his mouth to prod at your tongue, sucking the muscle into his hot mouth, letting it go and flattening his tongue, affectionately licking yours.

using your shirt, he scrunched the material in his hands and tugged it away from him, urging you to pull back. "strip for me." he ordered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. you knew better than to argue with minho, and besides that; you wanted him, too. your shirt was gone in a matter of seconds, your sweatpants a little more time-consuming, but it didn't take much effort to get rid of them, too. all the while, minho watched you, not even needing his concentration to rip off his hoodie, ruffling his dark brown hair in the process, falling to both sides of his face as if he had curtain bangs, just barely touching the lobes of his pierced ears.

using the back of his hand, he stroked your soft, fleshy thigh, leaving soft kisses along your jaw; his hand pulling down your underwear — sinking his teeth into your neck. not enough to break your skin, but harsh enough that it'll have a bruise blooming before he gets to fuck you properly. he kisses your throat like he's trying to pierce it, making you dizzy from the brief lack of oxygen. your back is embraced by the couch seats, minho leaning above you, in between your bare legs. his veiny hands stroked your sides, following the curve of your waist, cupping your breasts and leaving a long lick straight down the middle, following the natural valley between them. his knee pressed against the pocket of fat above your cunt, stopping you from squirming. minho's hair brushed against your collarbones, tickling your skin as he feverishly nipped your skin, venturing down by your pubic bone.

"i see the way you look at my hands, baby." minho spoke slowly, his voice hypnotically low. one of his hands brushed against your sex, his fingers tracing your slit at a feather-light pressure, just barely touching you. he chuckled when your hips involuntarily bucked, chasing his touch. "please, minho. please, just touch me," you whispered, face buried into the crook of your arm, unable to look at him when you were so flustered. "oh, don't worry. i will.." he kissed the side of your thigh, "eventually." he added, feeling his smirk against your inner thigh was dizzyingly torturous. both of his arms were now between your head, elbows digging into the surface below, his knee once again pressed firmly against your cunt. minho moved your arm from your face, his grip firm. "open your mouth, darling." his index finger tapped your lips, which parted without argument, your eyes watching him curiously. his index and middle fingers slotted into your mouth, stroking your soft tongue. you could just about feel the veins lying under his skin, curling and uncurling his fingers, your tongue brushing against his smooth, black nails. your spit pooled in your mouth, having to swallow excessively to ensure it didn't spill out the sides of your mouth. minho's fingers burned inside of your hot mouth, his cooler fingers quickly warming up as you suckled obediently onto his fingers.

minho pulled them out, a string of your spit connecting to your mouth, before snapping from the stretch and falling onto your bottom lip. your breath hitched once you saw minho put his fingers in his own mouth, his pink lips wrapping around the base of his fingers, cheeks hollowing as he sucked them clean of your spit, letting them fall out of his mouth. "minho, can i suck you off? please? wanna make you feel good," your voice was tremulously light. minho grinned proudly at you, "my pretty girl. how kind of you." he kissed your lips, "tell you what. i'll fuck your throat for five minutes, hm?" you nodded desperately, eager to please him. minho lifted himself off of you, no longer caging you in, allowing you to move onto the floor where you sat with your thighs pressed together a little too tightly — the outside of your calves holding your weight as they relaxed on the floor.

he was still in his boxers, the last piece of clothing to be removed from his body. you leaned your cheek against his knee, admiring him dutifully. he looked so good in black it was a shame to remove them, the elastic clinging to his hips, showing off his v-line, and the unmissably huge tent due to the bulge of his cock, which always made you drool. you helped minho shrug them off, throwing them behind the couch to join wherever the rest of your clothes went. you exposed the flat of your tongue to latch onto the underside of his heavy cock. ever so eager to taste more of him, your tongue licked from the middle of his cock to the tip, pulling him almost entirely out of your warm mouth, flicking the tip of your tongue onto the slit of his head, spreading your spit onto his cock, and in exchange tasting the precum that you quickly collected into your mouth, moaning at the taste. your lips were a puffy, glossy ring around his cock, sliding him further into your wet mouth, his head rolling on your tongue as you bobbed on his cock vigorously.

minho's hands threaded into your hair, using the handfuls of your soft hair as a handle, tugging at the roots so harshly it stung, his fists balled up tightly as he guided your head along the length of his cock, giving a quiet moan in encouragement. your eyes wandered to his muscular body, each muscle growing more defined as he tensed and trembled from your actions. he was hard in your mouth, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, until your nose bumped against his pelvis, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, his head pressed so snugly inside the channel of your throat, brushing against your larynx, bruising the back of your throat and leaving a noticeable bulge in your neck where his cock was settled under, stuffing your mouth with the better half of nearly an entire foot of his cock. you didn't realise your eyes were swelling with tears until they quickly started trickling down your face, taking some of your mascara with it, smearing your under-eyes with a sheen of ebony black, your face resembling spilled ink, unintentionally sobbing on minho's filling cock.

you were grateful when minho tore your mouth away from his pubic bone, leaving an arch of lipstick from where your top lip had unintentionally kissed his pubic bone from being so full of his cock. the head of minho's cock pressed into the flesh of your cheek, swelling from the outside consequently, a rounded lump prodding from your cheek. minho's eyelids fluttered closed, dark umber eyes shielded by his eyelids as his lashes kissed the swells of his cheeks. you felt his cock twitching in your mouth, which you gratefully rewarded with a swallow, your throat tensing around him as you did so. minho's abs twitched with a sharp gasp, his thighs simultaneously trembling around your head. you looked up at him through stuck-together, wet lashes, staring at him intently. his hands lifted your mouth from his cock, "that's enough," his voice was throaty, heavy and husky as he spoke, evidently shaken up by your efforts.

"ah, i got some lipstick on you," you noted, seeing your lips stamped his pelvis, his inner thighs and the base of his cock in your lipstick. "leave it there," minho beamed, his bronze skin slightly shining in the light from an excited sheen of sweat. a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face, saturating them in colour as a consequence. "you're always so pretty when i fuck you." minho was affectionate now, stroking your ruffled up hair lovingly, tucking the strands away from your face. he didn't even touch your tear-streaked cheeks, or your smeared lipstick, or your half-opaque mascara stained face, opting to admire it proudly instead of meddle with what was already perfection in his eyes.

you climbed back onto the couch, settling into your previous position of having minho between your legs, your sex now exponentially more wet than last time. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully relax when you felt minho kiss your sex, littering you with his affection, his black-painted thumb pressing against your clit, rolling around the pearl in tight, lazy circles. you sighed contentedly, your hips slightly rocking in place against him. minho's fingers dipped down into your slit, gathering up your slick and slid into you with ease, after leaving a quick kiss just above your entrance that made you quiver in delight, anticipating his next move. your eyes raked over his forearm, veins travelling up his arm and bicep, catching the light and shadows simultaneously. your hand wrapped around his wrist, tracing over his smooth skin and feeling his veins underneath the pad of your thumb.

minho leaned into you, kissing your neck and the dip of your collarbones encouragingly. "you're doing so well for me, darling," he whispered into your skin, his hot breath on your skin resembling what you imagined paradise to feel like. your free hand travelled to his hair, twirling a lock in-between your fingers and letting it go, entangling your fingers in his hair like he did to yours earlier; although you were much, much kinder to him. then minho fully invested himself, pushing the blunt parts of his fingers into the good part inside of you, curling and stroking your walls attentively, his thumb quickly stroking your puffy clit, his fingers curving and circling. your eyes widened in realisation, your chest rising and falling quicker as you took a breath in, sharply.

he was spelling his name inside of you.

your walls tensed and quivered around his long, skilled fingers, your eyes screwing shut as his fingers brushed against your cervix. "you like that? does it feel good, baby?" minho muttered, cooing over your whines — you nodded, otherwise speechless. he dipped his head down to your cunt, his pink lips latching and suckling on your clit, the front of his tongue licking up and down your slit rhythmically, cleaning you of your slick, your legs trembling and your hips buckling under him, your back arching. gasping for breath, your hands tugged at minho's hair to entice him off of your sex, his fingers painted in a thick white coating of your cum, drooling out of your hole no matter how much minho tried fucking it back into you, instead using the flat of his tongue to lick you clean. his fingers followed soon after that, his pink, plump lips wrapping around his fingers and skilfully suckling them clean, minho's mouth now full of your orgasm. he manoeuvred himself to be inches away from your flushed face, his thumb tapping against your lipstick-stained lips again. your brows momentarily knitted in confusion, before opening your mouth wide for him. he cupped your chin with one hand, fingers splayed over your neck. minho let a rope of your cum mixed with his spit fall from his lips, falling onto your waiting tongue. he swallowed what was left in his mouth, his head lolling onto the base of his neck, throat on display as he gracefully swallowed your cum, his adam's apple bobbing as his throat opened and closed. "swallow it for me," he used the back of his hand to stroke your cheek delicately, as if you'd break if he added too much pressure onto your skin. you tipped your chin up into the air, letting minho watch as your throat tensed and released as you did as you were told and swallowed what he gave you.

a smile bloomed on minho's pink, swollen lips, the shadow on his sharp cupid's bow becoming more defined as he grinned. "you're so good for me, my love." he muttered proudly, brushing the hair from your face to tenderly press a kiss to your forehead, hands falling to his sides. you leaned into his touch, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "rest up, we'll go for round two soon enough."

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stillfrownyclownlol · 4 months

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Oh nooooo somebody stole my Aidlyn/Ashden headcanons so now I have to write more ... ✨️

(SORRY IM SPAMMING THE TAG 😭😭😭)

Some of these are based on my dad because he has bpd and he really reminds me of Aiden.

-His sense of humor is so broken like. Probably makes "that's what she said" and "your mom" jokes. Ash thinks he is the unfunniest person alive 🤡 and she STILL laughs at him (but never when he's trying to be funny). I think he'd be on Vine a lot lmao. He would laugh at that video of the bread slice falling over no cap.

-Aiden Clark, Professional Doomscroller. Maybe an itty bitty bit addicted to social media cuz "omg easy dopamine hit" even if he doesn't post a lot. Would prolly be chronically on TikTok if he was a teen today 🤡 Ash WILL steal his phone and hide it so they can "do something productive" (which alternates between her trying to teach him basic life skills to him falling out of a tree because they went outside for five minutes)

-her parents also gave him a truly awful shovel talk. He came out of it, kneeled in front of her, and said if he broke her heart to kill him before her parents did 💖 Tyler and him bond about their "scary in laws", although he has a better relationship with Mike and Emma than Tyler does with Mary and James 🤡

-convinced her to go to prom because "free food" and managed to wrangle out a slow-dance from her. He already likes dancing, SHE likes dancing...he wants to dance together ^_^

-She really likes his normal smile, when he's not forcing it. He takes good care of his teeth, so he's got a real bright smile :)

-Aiden tried to teach her how to skateboard a few times. She can...stand on it without falling off and roll around, but no tricks lol. Ash still thinks it was just an excuse for him to grab her hands or waist while she was balancing.

-Some problems in the relationship: they are not very good at communicating how they feel, so there's a lot of misunderstandings between them unless the gang intervenes haha ":D Sometimes Ash feels very suffocated by him and she really dislikes his apathy towards himself, and Aiden sometimes feels like Ash doesn't care about him nearly as much as he cares about her.

-his depressive episodes alternate between "I'm just gonna lie here and hope I die" to "actively trying to self destruct", sometimes he might go on a binge (overdosing on his meds, and when he's older he might sometimes drink too much or go on really dangerous joy rides, he's an awful driver), they really freak Ash out :( Recovery is a very long road with no end destination. She's trying to get better at reassuring him and he's trying to...just get better.

-both of them suck at remembering their anniversary 🤡 Aiden is a littleeeee bit better

-They have a knife collection they share ❤️

-he has her as "love of my life 💖✨️😍" on his phone contacts and has a special ringtone for her and everything. Absolutely not embarrassed about it, Ash...definitely is 💀 (she has him as "Aiden")

-sends her really bad poetry he wrote for her because writing his feelings down by himself is easier than saying it in the moment. Ash keeps all of them in a shoebox in her closet.

-she's not really good with touching and stuff but she feels better touching him, like a good stim. Really likes holding his face (no eye contact). Also enjoys him holding her hand.

-Secretly a little insecure about how she looks. She has never really thought about it before because she never cared about it, but now, in a relationship, she's kinda self conscious about him perceiving (read: constantly staring) her. She's very short and thin (even with muscles from ballet and training) and feels like a "late bloomer." Aiden thinks she's the closest thing to physical perfection that exists and will tell her this constantly ^_^

-She actually likes how he smells (grâce à: his really expensive soap lmao) but she would die before telling him lol

-The first time she kissed him her brain kinda shut off and she just squished their faces together while puffing her cheeks up. He bust out laughing and completely murdered the mood 💀 They'll figure it out...eventually

#heres a game: guess which ones are my dad lol #sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #aiden clark #aidlyn #ashlyn banner #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon #tw self destruction

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demoniccomplex · 3 months

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heey, how are you? I'm happy about the event!! I'd like to request Chuuya x f!reader (or gn reader) with the prompts 10 and 5 take care of yourself and thank you in advance <3

10 ( “i..i promise there is nothing in the candy.”) + 5 (“you're my only reason im doing this”)

hi anon! doing well, i am too, im really exciting to being doing one of these and each request makes me really happy! hopefully i didnt make him too OOC, i tried my best with chuuya

-WC 770 // valentines event open!! tws: kidnapping, drugging

Slow days always seem to bother you but it was somewhat interesting today. You didn't want to push your luck with whatever and whoever, so you just choose to relax. The Port Mafia didn't take Valentine's seriously so you continued working as usual. You took your time doing paperwork, occasionally looking back at the clock. Thinking of things to do when you go home, probably treat yourself while binge watching another boring show for fun. Could go out on your own and do your ownself café date while just walking around and buying whatever catches your tastes. While in your mind-strucken daydreams a knock sounded from your door, pounding a little harder when you didn't respond the first time.

Finally snapping back, you called in whoever was knocking at your door. The door opened delicately and your higher up, Chuuya was walking into your room. You straighten up and recollect yourself in respect. Giving a smile you greet him, while nervously waiting to see what he's here for. His eyes quickly landed on you and started walking towards your desk. He was clear on what he wanted, asking you out for the evening, you squeezed your hand as you accepted his invitation. "Be there at 5 pm."

Slow days always seem to bother you, but, at least you have something to look forward to. It was still nerve-wracking since it was Chuuya of all people. Gently tapping your desk while looking at the clock. You're on friendly terms with Chuuya, talking for long periods if youre allowed. He's considerate towards you and seemingly kinder. He is always just.. there when you're around. You let these thoughts go easily, you should be getting ready after all. Putting the paperwork you've done to the side, you get up and get ready to leave, the nervousness still not leaving you.

You tried to look your best, shaking off some self doubt, he's gonna be fine with how you look. deciding to leave just a bit early just in case of setbacks. Finally you reach the restaurant Chuuya told you about. nodding at the waiters politely when you found out Chuuya was already there. Walking towards him, his head perked up to see you, giving a gentle but anxious smile at him. He greeted you back just as politely, the date going well and you started to notice he stared for too long. The questions always led back to you. Was anyone bothering you? Has anyone hurt you? He must've also caught on about his odd questioning and cut back on it. Something was clearly off which made you start thinking back but you tried not to worry too badly. The date came to a close, but before you could get up Chuuya gently grabbed your hand. Gifting you some chocolates, they were open slightly. "My apologies, I didn't want you to struggle with opening them."

You continued onwards, the chocolates were fancy but looked normal. You started to chew and noticed the taste but you blamed it on the unfamiliar brand. However you couldn't help but ask what was in them despite your third consumption.

"I..I promise there's nothing in the candy." You froze, there was something in the candy and you could already feel the lag in your movements. Starting to panic, you tried to get up but Chuuya was already helping you up. Started shushing you while your consciousness was rapidly dwindling.

You woke up drowsy, seeing double while moving slowly, everything was delayed. The nausea was overwhelming so you continued to try to stay still while everything swirled around you. Calming down, you noted your surroundings, you were on a bed, everything around you looked nice and expensive. "It's a precaution but I'm still sorry it had to happen this way."

You tried to lift up your head gently to look up at the voice that spoke up. You didn't want to yell incase of feeling worse, your glare held anger and confusion. It bothered Chuuya, but he brushed it off as shock. "Look I know this is bad but-"

You didn't let him continue as you started shooting questions at him while also not letting him continue. Obviously this pissed him off a little, "you're my only reason im doing this!, I hate seeing you getting hurt so now you belong here."

His tone was firm yet he held back from yelling, it still got you to quiet down. The hatred in your eyes was still sharp, you did start calming down then the realization dawned on you. There's a good chance you weren't gonna leave this place.

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #yandere #yandere chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader

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we-are-maladaptive · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a nsfw fic for Tokoyami? He's my favorite character and he's lacking in content, especially nsfw. So I was hoping to get something like super soft and slow with him? I hc that he likes wax play so if you could also do something like that that'd be great, your work is great I'm currently binge reading some of them before bed lol

you do NOT have to tell me twice! also ty im very flattered you like my work -///- REQUESTS ARE OPEN.Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

Fumikage Tokoyami x Reader

contents: nsfw, waxplay, tooth rotting romantic stuff

“A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blooming in a rainforest." That was a good way to describe Tokoyami. Throughout highschool he stuck to himself, watching his classmates socialize with each other, laughing when they could be kids, and fighting when they had to be heroes, just finding themselves, blooming. Tokoyami preferred to stay to himself mostly, he’d talk with his classmates back when they were in highschool together, as he too wanted to be a hero, but unlike his classmates, there was something missing. A problem inside him that needed to be solved, a longing for something, but he didn’t know what he was longing for. Whether it be Bakugo calming his temperament, Todoroki helping to heal his broken family, or Midoriya, which I can’t even begin to explain. All of them had identified their own issues, and were fixing each one so that they could prosper. So from afar, he watched his classmates solve their own problems, while he hopelessly was trying to solve his own, trying to bloom. It’s not like Tokoyami was some type of loser or anything, he’d landed himself a high position in #2 Pro Hero Hawks’ headquarters. Sometimes he’d even cover for the winged hero when Hawks was too weak to patrol normally, as he’d never been the same since the incident about 7 years ago.

Tokoyami didn’t really appreciate the sun, as it got in the way of his job. At least he didn’t sweat as much, the black cloak of his trapping in the heat. The day seemed normal enough, civilians pacing around, some of them being familiar faces. The only thing he couldn’t be pouty about though, was the atmosphere. Summer was approaching, and what could go wrong with summer? Festivals, boardwalks, parties, everyone was free for a few months. Not him though, since he was past school and still had to work. To be frank, I think he hated summer. The everlasting sun doing nothing to help his profession. However, the sight of people skipping around and smiling, anticipating what this year’s summer has in store for them, was nice. A particular laugh however, was delightful to listen to. It sounded like music to his ears, light and genuine, a far contrast to the darkness that always clouded up his mind, practically piercing into his head. So he decided to cock his head at the person who had made such a beautiful sound, that was when he saw you. Laughing at the cat who had fallen off the table at the cafe you were currently at. The poor kitty had tried to get a bite out of the cheesecake you were eating, and was not very successful. The sun was shining directly at you, giving a glitter to your eyes and lighting up your skin, making it shine.

He was grateful that the sun existed now, and he was grateful that he had found his problem.

Even though the sun shines on your skin whenever you two are together, he still prefers the nighttime, especially for this reason; intimacy.

He liked the expressions that you make, a little too much actually. Whether it be the little glitter in your eyes whenever he gives you something, or the little wobble in your bottom lip whenever you’re about to cry. Currently, he likes when the calm expression on your face starts to falter whenever you feel more wax drip down from your ribs, all the way down to your lower stomach. It was warm, very warm, and it tickled too. Too bad you weren’t really in a position to squirm, with your wrists being tied to the headboard.

It went on like that for a while, until he wanted to see more of you, how many expressions he could pull from your pretty face. So that’s exactly what he got.

He took in and savored everything he could get from you. The way your eyes softened when he curled his fingers right into the soft spot deep inside you. The sound of your voice, pleading with him to just let you cum, how could he refuse?

I think the thing he cherished the most though, was your souls intertwining with each other as he slowly thrusted into you. Nothing had to be done quick or rough, he had time. Your hands freed so you could pull his head down to kiss you, and your legs wrapped around his waist. If you had any focus before, it was gone. Everything is now a flurry of pleasure and emotion, for him too. However Tokoyami could feel something else, the thorns wrapped so tightly around his heart have been torn down, letting whatever was inside finally have enough room to grow. In his heart was a daisy, blooming in the desert, he was finally blooming.

Holding you close in the night when it was all over, watching the moon shine over you both in its divinity.

The sun was nice, yes, but he still liked the night better, nothing could be better than this.

#fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami smut #mha #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #fumikage smut #fumikage x reader

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muichiro-tokito122 · 1 month

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TENGEN NSFW ALPHABET

(this is my first time writing one of these so have mercy on me, im not that good 😭)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Tengen definitely is too lazy to get out of bed and get stuff like water, so he just stays next to you in bed and binges kisses and rubs your aching hips, yet again, if it wasn’t a LONG round, he WOULD get up to get you water or smth like that..

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

boobs. I don’t fucking care. Look at all his wives! THEY HAVE HUUUUUUUGE BOOBS! Honestly, he just loves watching the way your breasts bounce when you ride him, and cumming on your chest is one of his faves…

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Tengen doesn’t cum a lot? He can hold back, but when he does cum, which is rare, he cums BUCKETS, and he isn’t afraid to let it all out in you~~~. Yet again, Tengens cum isn’t necessary the most… delicious… thing ever. You could have lived without tasting it. It’s more salty than bitter.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Tengen seriously wants to have an affair with ALL of his wives, like ALL of them. And he really wants to slap your ass, just to see what would happen. Not that he hasn’t before. He also wants to see just HOW MANY of his fingers fit.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) My man has 3 wives all ready. Yes. It would be surprising if he were a virgin. He’s experienced sex with 3 and definitely even more women, so he knows what a woman wants.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) to Tengen it’s more important for his woman to feel pleasure, but at the same time he wants to see their face twist and contort in pleasure, so honestly probably riding, or face off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) No. Tengen teases you mercilessly. He’s constantly whispering dirty jokes in your ear and laughing at your faces.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) yes. The carpet matches the drapes. But he is nicely trimmed. However since his hair is white, it’s not very visible, so it’s more of the feeling than the visual.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) he’s very intimate. Tengen’s hands are always roaming and pinching and stroking to say the least, he’s always whispering something in your ears. And he’s not very gentle either. However he won’t hurt you, he will ask if you’re enjoying yourself or if you’re in pain.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) he doesn’t need to jack off, lets be honest, ONCE AGAIN. He has 3 wives. I wouldn’t think he needs to jack off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) He definitely likes it you’re loud, and he likes pet names. And he really wants you to call him daddy. He loves foreplay and prop using, he’s not a fan of toys though.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) anywhere around HIS house. On tables, counters, couches, beds, you get the idea.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) When you show a lot of skin. It definitely riles him up. As well as when YOU flirt with HIM.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) he wouldn’t EVER put you in pain, he pulls your hair, but not to the point you’re bleeding, if there’s a drop of blood, he’s stopping.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) again…. I’m sobbing… HE HAS 3 WIFES! 😭😭😭😭 HES GOOD AT IT! but yes. This man could have you sitting on his face for hours and wouldn’t get tired of your taste, he especially loves when you buck your hips into his mouth. Unlike other men, he doesn’t necessarily LOVE getting sucked out, he’s okay with it, but he wouldn’t be like “Ho ho ho, suck my dick.” 🙄. Like other men, looking at you, Sanemi.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) he’s fast no matter what. If it’s a long day. He just wants to get the stress out quick and then sleep it off. He’s definitely not going to be gentle, even if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Y E S. He has a HUGE sex drive. You could be wearing his clothes and he’d already be thinking of ripping them off you. During the day he’d be pulling you over the table, or counters just stuff like that.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) He loves trying out new things and he’s never even thought of opening the lonely condom box on the nightstand.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) maybe 4 rounds? Each 30 minutes, maybe… He is a hashira after all.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No. TBH he’s confident with his cock and his cock alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He teases mercilessly. Baby girl, I’m sorry, but he’s going to make you suffer before he takes you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He prefers to stay quiet so he doesn’t drown out the sound of your moans, he just likes to hear them, because he knows you’re feeling good.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) he just randomly slaps your ass. Whether it’s in sex or not. You could casually be speaking to the other hashira and he would just WACK!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) He is a very tall man. So he would be around 7 or 8 inches 😳💀, and a bit thicker than average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Very. That’s all I’m saying. Very

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep after around 2 hours since he is not very sleepy.

#tengen uzui #tengen smut #manga and anime #hashira x reader

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puppyspiral · 2 years

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mentor

clark kent x fem!reader smut

word count: 3,423 erm.. went a little crazy !

summary: you ask the hot, older guy at your office for a little extra help.

warnings/other things: nsfw, AGE GAP. LIKE. A LARGE ONE., piv sex, protected sex, clark is a surprisingly dirty talker!, it’s sort of rushed into, pwp basically... like the plot is There but not really, such a slow leadup im so sorry LMAO

a/n: THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE!!! ive been binging the flash all night and just writing this its been great tbh

Clark Kent. That was the name of the guy in your new office that you had a crush on. So what if he was older than you? A lot older.

You were the new recruit, still clumsily following Clark around, having no clue what you were doing. That was all just an act, though. Your current plan was to “Can you show me how to do layouts again?” into his pants.

You were currently thinking about how you could further his affection for you, when you heard a voice say, “Hey.”

It was Clark, and he had his hand on your back. An excited shiver went through you, and you tilted your head back to look at him. “Yeah?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Have you gotten lunch yet?” And his hand was lingering.

You shook your head, and all he gave you was a simple nod.

“Well, I wanna talk with you. Join me for lunch?” He smiled and your heart almost leapt out of your chest.

“Yeah, sure,” You said, returning his smile. His hand left its place in between your shoulder blades and you stood up from your desk.

You grabbed your bag and Clark motioned with his head towards the front door of the office. He started walking and you followed him, because you would follow him anywhere.

He led you to a small cafe that you had no idea was near the office, and as you went to pay after the two of you ordered, he stopped you, offering his card to the worker at the counter.

“I can pay for it,” You began, slightly embarrassed.

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Nope, it’s my treat.”

You shrugged, “I’ll take you out one day, and then I’ll pay.”

He laughed as you walked to a table next to the window, “Sure.”

The two of you sat down, and a half concerned, half disappointed look crossed his face. “Look, I need to talk with you. About work.”

You cocked your head to the side, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not exactly,” He said with a small chuckle.

You frowned, “Then what exactly is there to talk about?”

“Listen, [Y/N], you’re smart. I know you’re smart, I see the way that you like to take charge when you know exactly how a story should be told. And yet, I still see you act clumsily. But, it’s like, you’re doing it on purpose,” He said it all very quickly, and yet the only thing you could think of was how in Mean Girls, Cady pretends to be bad at math to get Aaron to tutor her. And that’s exactly what you were doing.

You chuckled nervously, “I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

He placed his hand over yours and said, “I just wish you’d tell me why.”

And he looked so concerned that it was hot. “Well, maybe, it’s because… I like you, Clark.”

You watched as his eyes widened, and his hand twitched a little on yours before he took it back. “Oh, um, thank you? I like working with you, too.”

You laughed, “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.”

He was blushing, and it was kind of cute. “Look, I appreciate it, but I don’t really reciprocate. And I think I might be a little too old for you.”

You shrugged, “I figured as much. It doesn’t bother me.”

Clark just stared at you for a second, then he knitted his brows. “Are you sure? Most girls are, y’know, bothered by that.”

“But I’m not most girls, am I, Clark?”

“No, you’re really not,” He replied with a sigh.

Then the rest of the lunch was awkward, the two of you barely talking as you got your food, and Clark ended up rushing out after seeing something on his phone, saying he had to take care of something.

You walked back to the office, sort of sad that your spur of the moment confession hadn’t exactly gone as planned. But, it was whatever. It’s not like Clark Kent, star reporter at the Daily Planet, would ever give you, the girl who was still designated as the “newbie,” a chance.

Then a couple weeks went by, and you couldn’t help but notice the fact that Clark seemed to be around you more. It was almost as if whatever excuse he could come up with to be near you, but maybe that was just a hopeful observation.

Then he pulled you aside after work, and it was raining, and he was staring at you with the prettiest gaze you had ever seen. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” He said huskily, and the rain almost drowned him out.

“Really? Or are you just fucking with me,” You whispered, and he frowned a little.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you, and you kissed him back. “Finally,” You breathed once the two of you pulled away.

“Come home with me?” He asked sweetly, and your mouth curled up into a smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And he took you home in his car, and to you it felt a lot like Style by Taylor Swift.

His hand made it’s way onto your knee, and it skirted up to your leg, resting on your inner thigh. You sighed, almost dreamily but mostly excitedly, and kept your eyes on the road ahead.

You got back to his apartment and he pressed you against the door, kissing you roughly. “Clark,” You moaned in between kisses, and you were surprised at his sudden harshness.

His face flushed and he said, “Sorry, I’ve just been wanting to do that for a while now. I guess I just haven’t really realized it… until recently.”

“That is so fucking hot,” You said softly and with little hesitation.

He gave you a smile that looked almost confused and said, “Thank you? I appreciate it, sweetheart.”

And the nickname sent a shock of pleasure all the way through you, and your knees went a little weak, so you steadied yourself on his biceps.

“Whoa there, you okay?” He asked, a concerned look practically leaping onto his face.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss with you. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, and the only thing you could thing of was that you had no idea he could be this sexy.

You hopped up and wrapped your legs around his torso, and your heat rubbed against his growing erection, and God, he felt so big.

He broke the kiss and placed his surprisingly strong hands on your thighs and carried you into his bedroom, placing you on his bed, kissing you again.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth for him to slip his tongue in. He did, and his tongue felt so good against yours, and the two of you moved whilst kissing so that he was laid on the bed and you were straddling his waist.

You moaned into his lips, grinding your hips into his, and it felt so good against your clothed pussy.

He stopped kissing you for a moment and asked, “Are you gonna let me fuck you, or are you just gonna cum from dry humping my cock?”

That was probably the hottest thing a guy has ever said to you, and you’ve dated quite a few guys. “Fuck me. Pretty please,” You replied, and you kissed his neck, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

He gasped slightly and then said, “Shit, um, don’t take my shirt off. Yet. In a minute. I will be right back.” He moved you off of him and stumbled into his bathroom.

He was a few minutes, and you almost contemplated slipping a hand into your underwear, and helping yourself out a little bit, but then he came back out. His hair was a little messier, and his glasses were askew. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and his collar was half up, half down. His shirt was also untucked, and it was definitely tucked in before. He was still hard, though, and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at his boner.

“Sorry, I, um. Had a weird shirt on. Underneath my work shirt. I didn’t want you to see it,” He said the last part softly, and you laughed.

“Come here, you idiot,” You said, smiling, and you held your arms out for him to come to you.

His face split into a grin and he crossed the room to you, placing his hands on your waist, and kissing you yet again. His kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline and to your neck, and he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, leaving soft bite marks on your neck as he did so. He slid your shirt down your arms, and the sleeves pooled around your wrists, the hem of the shirt still tucked into your pencil skirt.

He kissed your collarbones, licking at the divet made from the bone. He kissed the plump flesh of your breasts, and his hands traveled from your waist to your chest, him pressing your boobs together as he bit and sucked on the supple flesh. He looked up at you and asked, “Do you always wear such sexy underwear to work?”

You blushed and looked at what you were wearing, a dark red and lacy bra. “I haven’t… done my laundry in a bit, these were all that were left,” You said, embarrassedly.

He hummed, “I think you’re just a little attention slut. Wearing it, thinking to yourself ‘what if someone sees?’”

The words themselves made a whimper escape your lips, and then you laughed a little. “Didn’t know someone as old as you had such a filthy mouth.”

“I’m, like, thirty-eight. I’m not ancient”

“And I’m twenty-three.”

“This is almost wrong then, isn’t it?” He asked, but it wasn’t in a concerned way, it was like he was excited by the prospect of doing something bad.

“Only if you want it to be,” You said, and by this time he was kneeling. You placed a finger under his chin and tilted it up slightly.

He smirked, “I think I do want it to be.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You replied, and he went back to kissing your breasts. His hands reached around to your back, and he unclipped your bra. The straps fell down your shoulders, and his hands were back to the front of you, taking your shirt off all the way, and sliding your bra all the way down your arms, and he discarded it onto the floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He murmured before licking at your nipples, and he lightly bit down on one. The feeling elicited a gasp from you, and you placed your hand on his head, fingers curling into his hair.

He chuckled a little, licking over where he bit you, and he used his other hand to pinch your free nipple, and you squirmed at the feeling.

He moved on from your breasts, kissing his way down your stomach, and stopped at the waistband of your skirt. He stood up, and gently pushed you down into the mattress. He placed his forearm on one side of his bead to steady himself, and used his other hand to unzip your skirt, and pull it down your waist.

He moved from on top of you and slid your skirt all the way off your legs, and kissed his way back up your legs. Stopping at your underwear, he looked up at you with an almost innocent gaze. “You really are slutty, you know? Matching bra and panties, it’s almost like you knew this was going to happen today.”

Your face burned in embarrassment as you sat up. “I already told you why I’m wearing these!”

He laughed, “No need to get feisty.” He hooked his teeth into your panties, and you lifted your ass slightly so he could pull them off of you. He did, and now you fetl sort of awkward, because he was still fully clothed.

“Clark. Let me take your clothes off,” You said as he looked at you sweetly.

“Whatever you want, doll,” He replied, and he sat next to you on the bed. You smiled as you straddled his waist again and began to unbutton his shirt. You took his shirt fully off and slid off his waist, beginning to unzip his pants. You pulled them off of his legs, along with his socks and shoes.

A smirk crossed your face at the sight of his erection through his boxers. You kissed him and placed a hand on the front of his boxers, moving your hand slowly up and down. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” He murmured in between your kisses, and you smiled.

“Then do it, Mr. Kent,” You replied, and your hand snuck into his boxers, connecting with his fully hardened cock.

He hastily pulled his underwear off, and when you saw the full size of his cock, your eyes widened. You knew he was big, but holy shit. The two of you moved swiftly so that he was sitting against the headboard, and you were sitting on his torso.

He looked like he was about ready to fuck you until you couldn’t walk when a look of realization crossed his face. He reached over to his nightstand, rummaged around in the drawer for a second, and pulled out a condom.

You frowned, “Seriously?”

He shrugged, “We haven’t even been on a date yet. And how sad would it be if a senior reporter at the Daily Planet knocked up one of the newbies?”

You scoffed, “Shut up.” But you still got off of him for a moment and watched as he ripped the condom open with his teeth and then slowly slid it onto his dick.

As soon as he was done, you took your place back on his torso, and he smiled at you. “C’mon sweetheart, ready for the ride of your life?”

“That’s such a shitty thing to say,” You said with a laugh. But still, you lifted yourself up and carefully wrapped your hand around his cock. You aligned your pussy with the tip of his dick and took a short breath before lowering yourself onto it.

You bit your bottom lip as you sunk his cock deeper into you until you were at the very end of it. You let out a short little sigh and then looked at Clark.

He looked absolutely mesmerized by you. His cheeks were flushed a beautiful deep pink, and his curly black hair was ruffled, probably from your hand earlier. His glasses were slightly fogged, which you found adorable. You moved your arms up to his face and gently removed his glasses from his face, setting them on the nightstand.

You groaned a little and wiggled your hips on his cock, and a short and breathy moan left his lips.

You smiled and lifted your hips, then dropped them back down and a moan left your lips at the feeling of him slamming inside you.

He grumbled something you didn’t quite here, and you gave him a confused look. “What, does it not feel good?”

His eyes widened a bit, “No, no, it’s great, it’s just… I don’t like this position all that much.”

Your face broke into a grin and you started laughing, but the movement from your laughter caused him to move inside of you slightly, and a short whimper came out of you at the feeling. You coughed a little and asked, “Well, what position do you like, sweetheart?”

“Better if I show you,” He said softly, and he lifted you off of his dick with surprising ease, and sat you on the other side of the bed. “Turn over and lay on your stomach,” He directed, and you did as he told.

There was a shift in weight on the bed as he placed his knees on either side of you. His hands reached under you and he made it so that your ass was in the air and your head was in the pillows.

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and part of you thought he was going to go slow, but that was thrown out the window as he slammed himself into you. A yelp left your lips at the feeling of him so quickly filling you up.

And he found a rhythm of pushing and pulling in and out of, and it felt so fucking good.

“Mmh, Clark,” You moaned softly, and you turned your head on the pillow so that you could look at him. He saw your gaze and flashed you a smile, his hand making it’s way up to yours.

He placed his large and gentle hand over yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave your hand a slight squeeze.

You wanted to say something, call him sappy or something equally as stupid, but all you could think about was not getting your brains fucked out, because he was so deep inside of you, his pace not seeming to slow down. He had one hand on your waist, holding you steady, and he had begun to place kisses on your back and shoulderblades, even softly biting your neck at points. And all you could do was make pretty noises and say his name as if you were drunk.

“Does it feel good, pretty girl?” He asked sweetly and lowly into your ear.

You nodded, “Yeah- yes, God, yes.” The words stumbled out of your mouth, and at this point you could feel yourself cry a little.

He just hummed a little bit, and you let out a ragged breath. “C’mon, princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, and his thumb gently rubbed over yours.��

Your breathing grew heavy as you felt the knot in the bottom of your stomach tighten, and his words were definitely helping you reach your orgasm.

You heard a small groan come from Clark and then he said, “You got so tight.”

You smirked a little and said, “Your fault.”

And those words must’ve sparked something in him because he pulled out of you and flipped you over, kissing you roughly. He pushed himself back inside of you, and he bit down sharply on your collarbone. His hand moved down to your cunt, and his fingers gently connected with your clit, and a sharp whimper escaped your lips at the feeling.

He pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, “That feel good, honey?”

“Mhmm,” You hummed, but you were mostly focused on the fact that he wasn’t moving, and you tried to move your hips against him.

He looked at you, and his mouth curled up into a smile. He slowly pulled himself out of you and then slammed back in. He rubbed your clit as he thrusted into you, and your back arched off the mattress as pleasure wracked through you.

His free hand went up to yours, lacing your fingers together again.

A sharp moan escaped your lips and you said quickly, “I’m gonna cum, Clark, please.”

“Mhmm, cum for me princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, kissing your neck sweetly as he continued to thrust into you.

A soft and low moan escaped his lips, and his hand squeezed yours.

You heard his breathing grow labored and his eyes clouded with concentration.

Your vision went slightly blurry and you felt your insides tighten, “I’m cumming, Clark, I’m cumming.”

He was practically whimpering, “Me too, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”

You couldn’t really see anything when you finally came, and you felt the condom fill inside of you.

He sighed and pulled out of you, peeling the condom off of his cock, tying it, and throwing it into a small trashcan near his bed. He laid down next to you, eyes focused on the ceiling.

You came out of your state of bliss after a few moments, your breathing finally slowing down, and you turned to look at him.

He looked at you and smiled. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“So, Friday at eight?” You asked, smiling at him.

His smile seemed to grow wider, “Definitely.” He kissed you on the temple, and the two of you fell asleep soon after he reached over you to turn the lamp on his bedside table off.

#my writing #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x reader smut #superman #superman x reader #superman x reader smut #smut #writers on tumblr

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agentbobr · 1 year

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quick oneshot i did last night, i really gotta practice writing dialogue lol

spoilers for shane's heart events, no capitalization is intentional. 💜

sitting in this stuffy doctor's office is starting to get old, but i can't leave when he's in there getting operated on.

"geez...come on shane..." i mutter under my breath, having to waiting for harvey to come out and say either the best possible outcome or something that could shatter my heart is making my mind race with all the worst thoughts.

what if i got there sooner.... what if i got there too late?!, the outcomes that could of happened are horrifying but the current one is somehow the worst to have to live through....

as soon as harvey walked out of the operating room, my heart both stopped and started racing.

"will he be alright?"

"...well, he had to get his stomach pumped but he's currently stable, i recommended him to get a therapist and gave him some medicine to help the hangover he has."

"alright.... alright that's good...." i sigh a breath of relief before yawning as waves of missed sleep and exhaustion crash down. "thanks doc, really i appreciate it." i smile before waving a goodbye and heading back home.

i had expected to wake up to the morning sun shining right in my eyes, not rapid knocking on my door. yelling out a quick "one second" and almost tripping while walking over and opening it to see the man who was just half dead on a cliff the night before.

"oh. hey shane what's up ma-"

"im really sorry about....all that yesterday.. thanks by the way. i...i wasn't thinking straight at all..."

"really it's no problem at all! just uh...helping a friend out?"

"yeah, a friend. i'm sure you probably have plants to water and junk so i'll get going...see ya later y/n"

he walks off and as i watch him leave, the pit in my stomach grows more and more. and before i notice im jogging over to him and wrapping my arms around him tightly

"...if you ever feel like...that again, don't even hesitate to come over or call or... anything!"

he's silent until i feel a drop of water hit me, and then another, before i know it he's holding onto me just as tight and silently crying into my shoulder.

quietly telling shane that it'll be okay and it'll get better, his cry's slow and the only thing i hear is the occasional sniffle, pulling back to see his pink face and puffy eyes.

i swipe away a few stray tears and let him go fully, "you got this. take a few days off work and just relax alright?, and if you want we could binge some old gridball games" smiling softly at him and patting his shoulder.

he nods and we make plans

it's a date.

#shane x farmer #shane stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley headcannons #stardew valley shane #stardew shane #shane #sdv shane #sdv x reader #x reader #fanfic #text post #agentbobr #sdv shane x reader

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lanaevyssmoved · 7 months

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NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ❣️

tagged by @moonmothers @flymmcargo @kelemvorr @baldursgate2 !!!!!!! thank u so much.. u are all so sweet and thoughtful...

tagging @cetra @dandeyrain @princeofhags @mercymaker @lord-woolsley @hibernationsuit @alongtidesoflight @shadowcursedballs @tombtaker :D no pressure of course my friends! you may also consider this an invitation to talk to me more :3c

favorite color: wellow... ✨🍯🐝🌻💛⚡ i have loved yellow since i was very small my sister loved purple so everything she owned was purple and everything i owned was yellow.. and my room is still entirely yellow everything is YELLOW..... it just happens i gravitate

last song: uhhh spotify says i was last listening to last chapter in time, first chapter in eternity by VVN it absolutely fucks but bare in mind it might make you sad? tis music to make you feel and that shit always has different effects on people. OOP and spotify shuffle Just put on times change by umziky which is CUTE glitchpoppy stuff OH and spotify just put on higher by ia. which is vocaloid ur welcome.. this says how slow i am huh am i typing too much AND NOW ITS into the woods by phildel im making u a playlist

last movie: last movie i watched was godzilla king of the monsters with aisling teehee... every movie i've watched recently was with aisling... hehe.......

currently watching: WELL i was watching breaking bad but i burnt out around season 3 after i was binging it all day long and before that i binged all of desperate housewives all day long without any break so am i surprised i burnt out? no. also desperate housewives fucks

currently reading: uh i'm like always reading the six of crows by leigh bardugo i will open that book consume the Content and then close it whenever i feel like reading parts of it........ actually reading thru a full book currently no....not really but lets say crooked kingdom yeah

current obsession: mayhaps this question is pointless but i am deep in an autistic hyperfixation on bg3 which is showing no signs of dying down or stopping i will also say i am hyperfixating on gale himself and honestly my oc afhiri. and i think its safe to say illithids too i cannot stop myself from gobbling up information on them and i think about them just as much as the others ...........

sweet, savory, or spicy? i will sayy savoury!!!! i do like sweet but not as much . i am currently really obsessed with gravy..... not american gravy or whatever the bwi'ish kind.......... had to confirm that because i ain't got a fucking clue what american gravy is like . but i know its different!!!!!! due to my very english upbringing i never consumed spice ever in my life until i started to introduce it into my own diet a year ago and now i can eat things that say spicy just fine!! and they are very delicious. i really enjoy spicy noodles especially

currently working on: I HAVE TWO AFHIRI GALE FIC WIPS CURRENTLY ... :3c one of them is a cute domestic scene i'm writing through aislings influence and the other is a fat and large post game 3 years later fic that i cannot describe in any way than a psychological horror fic. :).....

#fray.txt #I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD.....#IVE NEVER DONE ONE OF THESE BEFORE

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mihai-florescu · 2 months

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Stream of thoughts about ES2 from the shower, feel free to ignore

Idk i feel for the nikiPs or soraPs who complain about not getting much development in years but at the same time... it feels like a lot of characters havent gotten much since the first rotation of ES2. It feels like a lot of events after that had a problem that arose and was finished within that one event and then we moved on. Im thinking of leo for example, in the first rotation we got the plotline with gfk and some really good interactions within knights, but after that it just feels. I cant really tell you anything major? His center event had him start out in a creative slump but not even by the mid point he was over it cuz knights got a job on an island. It was nice to see him feeling music and knights on vacation but there werent really...stakes. Izumi who was grappling with the fact that they werent recognized abroad was more memorable imo.

I think it's a result of too big of an expansion of the enstars universe, the addition of new writers, the rotations of unit events with mvs and such. Not bad things on their own, but how many actually memorable events have there been in the last few rotations. Or stories where id send someone to read them even if theyre not fans of those characters because theyre just that good, or the interactions with other characters outside their unit is impactful. And i find npcs fun additions but it feels like we're relying on them way too much to drive a story that was nicely contained before but has now escaped the grasp of the writers and fans alike.

Of course thats just because i prioritize story over music and mvs, i think the latter improved significantly as ES2 progressed. And there are things that came out in recent years I would still wholeheartedly recommend to anyone, like Blackbird and Dramatica. And within the ES2 stories there are still gems. But i had some thoughts about the direction and maybe lack of focus after having binged all knights stories in the past few days. Im perfectly aware that some ES1 stories were nothingburgers too, it just feels like older stories had more of a purpose. In my heart i'll forever wish enstars slowed down. And that it wasnt a gacha game but then it wouldnt have ever existed so

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yeoyeos · 2 years

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Seonghwa as a boyfriend [fluff,smut]

warnings:fluff and smut are separated so you have choices,name calling[little one,mommy,daddy,slut,baby],jealous hwa,harddom!hwa,softdom!hwa,sub!hwa,hwa gives you head,guess who has a breeding kink

lmk if i missed anything

fluff -

alr cares for you like you're his

he's always been so sweet to you

if you get a slight scrape he's there with a band-aid

if you're sick he's there with warm porridge even if you hate it

if you're confessing your love for him he's there doing the same

takes things slow 100%

wants to make sure you're both comfortable with each other

always shares his feelings with you

and encourages you to do the same

doesn't want to be in the dark and guessing how you feel

tell him every single little detail about you and your life and he'd remember

he's like san and takes you on the best dates

every detail you told him would be put into the dates

if its a private date you'll be hearing all your favourite songs the

whole time

he wears your favourite colour on your dates and anniversaries too

adores amusement park dates

they're cute and fun so he's going with you any chance you get tbh

tries new snacks with you all the time

mostly crunchy ones so he can eat it for his asmr

which you will be doing with him

when he just wants to do asmr stuff for fun at least

and please buy him legos

he'd marry you right then and there tbh

he'll be so happy to get legos

and he's making you build it with him

you also have to buy matching pyjamas of course

like the patrick one he has

you get spongebob

any cute matching pyjamas tbh

or matching star wars pyjamas

which means you're going to wear it while you binge star wars

it's a yearly tradition

every year he'll make time to watch star wars with you

one movie everyday

he's so cute i swear

he'd do ALL of your hobbies with you

even if he doesn't like it

as long as it doesn't concern really high heights

he's okay with it

accepts you no matter what

and he loves to take a million selcas and show you

"choose a couple to show atiny"

and of course you're his professional photographer

he'd give you shirts and signs so you can cheer for him during stages or from home

always hype him up it makes him want to do better always

and always encourages you to talk about your feelings with him

or one of the guys

won't get upset if you spend a lot of time with them tbh

he'd be happy that you're getting along

but if you get him jealous enough

yikes

smut -

he'd pull you aside and whisper in your ear

"such a slut huh? flirting with my members"

he'd whisper it so sultry that it'll make you shiver

apologize all you want

he'll ignore it and tease you until you're in private

then, like the angel he is, he'll tease you more

until you beg him to do something

the way this man fucks omg

everything he does depends on his mood

if he's jealous it's rough and teasing

he's gonna torture you until you're begging and pleading

"please forgive me sir im sorry for being a slut and flirting with wooyoung, i'll never do it again"

fuck you till you shake

ofc he knows you'll never actually purposefully do that but a little pretending never hurt anyone

no less than 2 orgasms

but if he's soft

OH IF HE'S SOFT

he'll just want to please you

you can fuck yourself on him at your own pace

he'll eat you out/suck your tits

gives you so many kisses

like everywhere

hickeys ofc no matter what

praises you to the high heavens

"so so pretty little one, so good for me"

so so so nice to you no matter what

and if on the rare chance you get to dom him

HE WILL BEG

he begs for his life i swear

definitely a pillow prince

for sure likes to be spoiled

you can degrade him but pls be sweet

he lives for praise too

AND BREEDING KINK

domming or subbing he has a breeding kink

there's 3 ways it can go

"gonna breed this prefect little hole and you're gonna take it all like a good slut"

"shit baby can i cum inside? you feel so good"

and you cannot convince me he won't call you mommy or daddy if you dom

"mommy/daddy can i please fill you up? wanna cum inside you so bad"

AND THE AFTERCARE

okay first of all i think hwa is the best at aftercare out of all of them

so he's definitely all "here's some fruits" and "here's some water"

keeps a close eye on you to make sure you're okay

especially if he went hard to you

and pls do the same for him when he needs it

run him a bath and give him reassuring kisses

he's a sweet strawberry

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